Honkai: Star Rail, My Journey with Tom - Chapter 10

“The universe is vast, and there are far too many things beyond my understanding.”

Dan Heng shook his head, dismissing any further thoughts about the strange death of the Voidranger.

Sure, the way it died was bizarre, but in the end, it was just a Voidranger and hardly worth overanalyzing. Maybe it was some trick, an illusion, or an exploit that only worked on such weak creatures. Either way, it wasn’t something he needed to dwell on.

Right now, his priority was keeping the space station intact and ensuring the researchers who hadn’t evacuated yet got out safely.

With that in mind, he turned to Li Ye and March 7th, who was still petting Tom.

“March 7th, Li Ye. Let’s move.”

March 7th gave Tom one last affectionate stroke, and whatever weariness she’d been feeling vanished completely. She straightened up, her bright eyes full of energy.

“No problem!” she said, her voice brimming with enthusiasm.

“I’m on fire right now! I bet I’ll take down way more Voidrangers than you, Dan Heng!”

Dan Heng just shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. His tone was calm, as always.

“We were never competing.”

When Li Ye didn’t respond, Dan Heng turned to him, only to find him frozen in place, deep in thought.

“What’s wrong?” Dan Heng asked.

Li Ye snapped out of it, flashing a quick smile.

“Sorry, I need to handle something. We should split up.”

Dan Heng was about to ask why, but then he reconsidered.

Li Ye had demonstrated some kind of precognitive ability earlier, and considering how unpredictable Tom’s powers were, it might actually be better if he and March 7th didn’t get caught off guard. Anything that could disrupt their judgment or slow them down wasn’t worth the risk.

After a moment of contemplation, Dan Heng gave a slight nod.

“Alright. We’ll meet up later.@

Realizing they’d be separating, March 7th rummaged through her bag and pulled out an old phone.

“Asta’s working on restoring communication after the pulse failure,” she explained. “It shouldn’t take too much longer. Once it’s back up, we can use this to find each other.”

Li Ye didn’t hesitate to take it.

“Thanks.”

March 7th smiled, shaking her head.

“We’re way past thanking each other for tiny favors like this.”

She waved as she turned to leave. “See you soon, Li Ye! And you too, Tom!”

Dan Heng nodded in acknowledgment before he and March 7th disappeared through the right-side airlock.

Splitting up from Dan Heng and March 7th wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment decision—it was something Li Ye had thought through carefully.

In the original sequence of events, Kafka and Silver Wolf were supposed to arrive at the space station around this time. But Li Ye hadn’t bothered remembering the exact moment.

He’d have to take a gamble—head to the monitoring room and hope he got there in time.

And this was a gamble worth taking.

Earlier, he’d memorized the space station’s layout. Li Ye knew Dan Heng and March 7th had a set route for clearing out Voidrangers, and the monitoring room was further down that path.

Right now, if he took the left airlock, he’d reach the monitoring room in no time. But if he stuck with Dan Heng and March 7th through the right airlock, he’d end up running into the newly awakened Stellaron host instead—just like in the original timeline.

Li Ye took a deep breath.

“Guess it’s time to face the fight head-on.”

In Li Ye’s past life, he’d been nothing but a shut-in with decent looks and zero combat experience. Fighting monsters like Voidrangers would’ve been unthinkable.

But ever since he got here, he’d been slowly pushing himself—getting close to the Voidrangers, touching the remains of the fallen ones, mentally preparing himself for battle.

Now, it was time.

Li Ye clenched his fists, forcing down his nerves.

At that moment, Tom hopped onto his shoulder, its soft white paw brushing through Li Ye’s dark hair.

A strange warmth spread through Li Ye.

The tension melted away.

Li Ye let out a small chuckle, a rare smile curling his lips.

“Thanks, Tom.”

“This time, we’re facing it together. No fear.”

As soon as he spoke, a soft white glow shimmered in front of him—Tom’s Rapier materializing in the air.

Li Ye reached out, gripping the hilt firmly.

Then, without hesitation, he stepped toward the left airlock.

Monitoring Room

A girl with long gray hair stood motionless, her gaze empty, staring blankly at the woman before her.

The woman in front of her had deep violet hair and wore tinted sunglasses. She was breathtakingly beautiful, her pale pink eyes betraying no emotion, her lips curved in a faint, unreadable smile.

She wore a crisp white blouse that hugged her figure in all the right places, highlighting her curves with effortless allure. A sleek black leather jacket draped over her shoulders, giving her the look of a fashion icon straight out of a high-end magazine.

Her voice was soft, velvety—carrying just a hint of something dangerously captivating.

“Listen…”

She had been speaking for a while now.

Impatient, the silver-haired girl beside her shifted restlessly. Unlike the older woman, she had a youthful, almost tomboyish look—dressed in a blue, street-style outfit with cyberpunk influences. A black crop top peeked out beneath her jacket, and her shorts left her legs fully exposed, hinting at a mix of defiant confidence and unintentional allure.

She blew a bubble with her gum, then let it pop as she spoke.

“Kafka, how much longer are you gonna talk? We can’t waste too much time here.”

Kafka’s pink eyes flickered with amusement.

“I know, Silver Wolf. Just a little longer.”

Then she turned back to the gray-haired girl, her voice as smooth as ever.

“Listen…”

Boom!

A loud crash echoed through the room.

Kafka’s brows furrowed slightly. Silver Wolf immediately turned toward the entrance, her sharp instincts kicking in.

“Someone’s coming.”

Kafka pursed her lips.

She still had a few things left to say, but it didn’t really matter.

“Sleep,” she murmured.

The gray-haired girl’s eyelids grew heavy, and within seconds, she collapsed into unconsciousness.

At that exact moment, the airlock door burst open.

A Voidranger shot inside—soaring like a popped balloon, spiraling wildly before landing on the ground with an unceremonious thud.

Silver Wolf and Kafka exchanged a look of confusion.

Then, stepping through the doorway was a striking young man—tall, refined, with a certain effortless charm. He carried himself with the grace of a gentleman, a rogue’s confidence, and a scholar’s quiet intelligence.

And sitting on his shoulder was a blue and white cat.